This poem was inspired by a misread line in Jan Wilberg’s Red’s Threads blog. What she said was, “Everything is very still here.” How I at first read it forms the last line of my poem, which also fulfills the dVerse Poet’s prompt of “Blue.” In place of one quadrille, the poem is actually composed of two quadrilles, the last line of one rhyming with the first line of the second:
Blue Monday
It’s not that I’m lonely. I’ve plenty to do,
and yet for some reason, I’m just feeling blue.
The thunder has stopped, though the night’s overcast.
The stars I saw three nights ago were the last
interrupting the dark that surrounds like a shroud.
Here I am still apart from the world’s rowdy crowd.
My dogs curled up in slumber, my cats in their bed,
all of my company curled in my head.
Alone in my house with familiar things near,
everything, everything’s still very here.
Amazing!
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Thanks, RW..
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Oh yes, it works amazingly.
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Thanks for the second, Sadje.
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My pleasure Judy.
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Not a bad scene at all, safe snug and secure.
Much💙love
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We are lucky. Some not so snug and secure.
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I know that feeling so well, Judy, although for me it comes later in the week, and the pandemic existence ‘still apart from the world’s rowdy crowd’. I love the lines:
‘My dogs curled up in slumber, my cats in their bed,
all of my company curled in my head.’
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Thanks, Kim.
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I have only felt this way twice in two months, so not a bad average.
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Puts this whole pandemic into perspective. Lovely.
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Well written quadrille.
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This is absolutely brilliant! 💝💝
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Brilliant! That will do me!!!
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So well done, Judy. Everything fits together so perfect.
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Thanks, Eilene.
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This is beautiful.. like well layered bricks where every word fits in its perfect space!
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